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I seek the silent chamber, my heart

the only sound,

watching dream-built castles

crumble to the ground.

Condemning not my yester-dreams,

though some have been betrayed;

one last look, I journey on,

new castles I have made.



Within the castle walls I kneel, in this

my tranquil place,

and in the quiet darkness

there is a peace, a still, a grace.

Breathing now a silent prayer,

resolving all fate’s schemes,

new winds beneath my wings I fly,

and dare to dream new dreams.